"Sneak attack, you bastard!" Cherokee Sang turned sharply and met the laser sword in his hand towards another laser sword that was coming towards him, and when he made a short contact, Cherokie Sang found that the opponent's laser sword seemed to have eyes, blocking his attack card point at any time, constantly slapping his laser sword, making him have a sense of suffocation with nowhere to go.

After scolding Wang Ming with resentment, Cherokie Sang had to temporarily retreat, because he knew that if he continued to drag on like that, he could only be led by Wang Ming's nose, and the rhythm of the battle was completely controlled by Wang Ming.

Therefore, Cherokee shook his right arm violently and swept the laser sword in his hand towards Wang Ming in a sweeping shape, so as to force Wang Ming back and buy time for himself to regroup.

However, Wang Ming didn't give him room to retreat at all, and the sometimes sharp and sometimes soft swordsmanship in his hand was like a stroke of genius, turning into an afterimage to completely suppress the Cheroki Sang!

As a result, for the first time on the Sub-God Continent, the battle scene of suppressing power with skills appeared in front of the world, and through the picture, they could clearly see that Cheroki San, who should have an absolute advantage, actually retreated again and again under Wang Ming's lightning-like attack!

"Swords are not used as swords. ”

"Its skills pay attention to hooking, hanging, pointing, picking, stabbing, teasing, and splitting, but it is not your rude straight split, but seizing the fleeting gap, like this......"

"Whew!" The laser sword in his hand blocked the sweep of the Cherokee San, jumped to the left side of the Cherokee San's side like lightning, raised the laser sword and slashed down at his right shoulder!

"Boom!" The side effects of the laser sword energy appeared again, and a huge roar sounded in his ears, and the Cherokee Sang, who was slashed by Wang Ming's sword, suddenly snorted, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"Bang!" The bear-like burly body fell to the ground fiercely, stirring up dust flying in the sky, but Wang Ming was unforgiving, his right foot stepped out gently, and the rocks under his feet instantly cracked!

Just as Wang Ming transformed the laser sword in his hand into a laser knife. When he raised it above his head and was about to slash at the Cherokee San, the Douglas God Emperor on the high platform suddenly frowned, and with a slight wave of his left hand, a sharp energy arrow shot towards Wang Ming, who had already jumped into the air.

"Boom!" The laser knife returned to block this energy arrow, and the two completely different energies collided together, and there was a loud noise again, like a huge fireball exploding in the air.

"Thou shalt not harm thy life. Douglas's faint voice sounded in Wang Ming's ears.

It was this sudden interruption that bought Cherokie San time to regain his senses, and he leapt from the ground. The blue muscles on his face highlighted: "You are looking for death!"

After a short confrontation, the two of them had already exposed their respective backgrounds to each other's perceptions, and after understanding that Wang Ming's skills were his trump card, Cheroki Sang gave up hand-to-hand combat.

I saw that his burly body shook violently, and a fierce aura emanated from his body, and as soon as he raised his hands, a bright light appeared in front of the world...... It was a broadsword that was completely condensed from his own energy!

"Are you finally going to use your housekeeping skills?" The first time he fought with the ancestor of the Sub-God Continent, Wang Ming, as a genuine god, could not use the true combat power of the god...... But he didn't feel depressed at all. On the contrary, there is an inexplicable blood.

His gaze was fixed on the iron-faced Cherokee San, and he lowered his right hand and pointed the tip of the laser sword in his hand diagonally to the ground, locking on to the Cherokee San like a hunter.

Then. The two moved almost simultaneously.

"Whoosh!" The two silver shadows rushed up diagonally, and they met in the air more than a hundred meters above the ground, and the Cherokee San, who had been replaced by a big knife, was as fierce as a murderer from ancient times, and completely exploded.

"Not good. Retreat!" The faces of the three God Emperors on the high platform who were paying attention to the progress of the battle changed at the same time, and before the words fell, the three of them had already retreated hundreds of meters. and invariably erected a semi-circular energy shield.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Wang Ming and Cheroki San, who met in the air, were already in a battle, and two silver figures flashed in the air, making it impossible to see their true faces.

It was at this time that the air flow brought by the Cherokee Dance's broadsword splashed in all directions in a radial shape like a mad demon, and any object touched by the air flow was torn apart in an instant!

The earth began to tremble, and the huge impact caused the entire Sogolo Mountain to wail, and the dust on the top of the mountain was flying, and the figures of Wang Ming and Cherokisan had completely disappeared.

They were like two silver streamers, colliding passionately in the air and in the dust, and the slightest energy leaked from each collision or the air currents rolled up by the fierce attack would cause a continuous loud noise on the top of the mountain.

This war has completely entered a white-hot state, taking the dust in the sky as an example, it can be described as the discoloration of the world that fights!

"This is the true strength of Cherokie Sang, this is the true strength of the eleventh level god king of the sub-god realm!" Every explosion was telling Wang Ming how hot the battle between the two of them was.

Feeling the attack that was surging like a flood and as dense as raindrops, Wang Ming's blood all over his body began to boil, he held a laser sword and blasted back hundreds of meters, and after a short rest, he once again stepped on the void and threw himself into battle.

With the sword in hand, Wang Ming was like a peerless swordsman, all kinds of subtle and shocking moves were waved out in his hands, and every brief collision was a thrilling journey for the Cherokeesan.

Because Wang Ming was always able to find his flaw and use it to strike an attack that he had to temporarily dodge.

Once or twice may be luck, but what about three or four times or even ten times and a hundred times?

The more he fought, the more solemn the mood of the Cherokee San.

He finally realized that he seemed to have underestimated this new Wanji God King.

Just when he was frightened, Wang Ming suddenly smiled: "Although the use of weapons is sharp, it is always not as happy as fists and feet!"

Cherokee-san couldn't help but sink in his heart and his face changed.

What does he want to do?!

What did Wang Ming want to do? None of the people on the scene could figure out their minds clearly, because under such a situation of being completely inferior in terms of energy, it was obviously a very irrational choice to abandon weapons.

But he did it, not only did he do it, but even the laser sword in his hand was gently thrown by him to the rock wall hundreds of meters away, and when the laser sword was inserted into the hard rock wall like cutting tofu, Wang Ming moved.

The body technique is in full swing, and the laser sword is abandoned. He also freed himself from the shackles of the laser sword, and at this time, Wang Ming seemed to have returned to the state of the blood-washed fifth-level beast forest that day, and every speck of dust in the heavens and earth was invisible under his keen perception.

This is a feeling of controlling the heavens and the earth, and the boiling blood in the body seems to be guiding Wang Ming Dynasty Cherokie Sang to attack, this is a hearty feeling of fists and feet moving at will!

"This is a madman!" Seeing that Wang Ming had lost the laser sword, Cherokie Sang also struggled slightly, but in the end, he still couldn't give up the light knife in his hand, because once he left the weapon. The combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and in this case, only winning Wang Ming is the key.

Therefore, he sank his hair with peace of mind, and paid close attention to Wang Ming's every move with a light knife in his hand, planning to slash Wang Ming with a knife at any time!

Wang Ming's arrogance and Wang Ming's combat power have attracted the attention of Cherokeesan, and he has to admit it. Wang Ming was the most difficult opponent he had encountered among the god-king level powerhouses.

But the energy gap of more than 1,800 has brought Cherokie Sang huge confidence, and he is confident. He will definitely be able to win against Wang Ming, especially after Wang Ming took the initiative to give up his weapon like looking for death, this kind of confidence in winning is even stronger.

However, Cheroki San did not think of it at all. The speed of a god king can be as fast as an instantaneous movement, and a second ago, Wang Ming was vaguely seen standing a hundred meters away from moving his hands and feet through the dust, and a second later, the sharp iron fist had already appeared on his left cheek......

"Whew!" burst out in an instant. There was a piercing whistling in the ears of the Cherokee San, and the Cherokee San, who had not checked for a while, was driven by the battle instinct and slammed his left elbow outward!

"Damn, you're sneaking up again!" Cherokie Sang roared at Wang Ming's uncanny speed, but he soon noticed that something was wrong, as his elbow that had slammed out seemed to hit a ball of soft cotton, and then ......

"Bang~!" Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Wang Ming gently grabbed Cherokie-san's elbow with his left hand, and with the help of his own impact, he led his elbow to the side, and at the same time, the right fist that had already been swung had already slammed firmly into Cherokie-san's cheek.

A dull crashing sound was vented in the dusty battle center, and soon the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft at high altitude captured the jaw-dropping images of the people of the entire Sub-God Continent.

A silver figure flew upside down from the battle circle, its head backwards and its feet forward, clearly being punched out or kicked out!

"It's Cherokisan!" The people who saw this scene on the live broadcast couldn't help but exclaim: "Wang Ming God King actually beat the Cherokie Sang God King!"

Regardless of whether Wang Ming won or lost in the end, this scene alone had already won him absolute respect, not only because he persevered until four hundred and five seconds, but also because he shot the Cherokie Sang away!

This is a historic moment, since the sub-god continent has set the standard for judging the strength of martial artists, no martial artist has ever tried to cross this seemingly boundless huge ravine, and the strength of energy strength means that the concept of a martial artist's strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

However, today, Wang Ming did it, challenging a veteran Wanji God King as a new Wanji God King, and he did it when everyone didn't have confidence in him!

Cheroki Sang was knocked out of the battle circle by Wang Ming's punch, and the picture of him flying upside down and the wolf landing on the ground was deeply imprinted in the minds of the world, and they realized that it seems that it is not impossible to defeat the strong with the weak, as long as you can master such superb skills as Wang Mingshenwang!

"Bastard!" The Cherokee Wolf Bèi, who was knocked away by Wang Ming's punch, landed on the ground, and after barely standing firmly, he let out a roar like a wounded beast: "I want you to pay!"

Cherokie Sang was completely angry, because of Wang Ming's sneak attack, because of Wang Ming's sharp punch, he felt that something in his heart that was originally indestructible seemed to have been hit hard, but was it a shake in the standard of judging the strength of a martial artist, or a humiliation of self-esteem?

Cherokie Sang himself couldn't say this strange feeling, he only knew that he was angry, because Wang Ming's punch not only blasted him away, but also made him lose face in front of hundreds of millions of people in the Subgod Continent!

"Unforgivable. The Cherokee Sang who stood up again was full of anger, and his face fell into the eyes of several God Emperors in the distance, but it caused the three God Emperors to shake their heads and sigh in unison.

But the Cherokee San didn't see it. So he let out an earth-shattering roar, and as soon as his hands were raised and fell, a huge red light hammer more than three meters long appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Looking at the still dusty area, Cherokisan smiled evilly, and he rose to the sky, his hands gripping the handle of the light hammer. He didn't check where Wang Ming was, but with a violent attitude, he smashed the light hammer on the hard rocky ground.

"Boom~!"

The sound of an incredibly violent explosion resounded in the sky, and the rocks at the top of Sogolo Mountain cracked widely. But soon, the crack disappeared, and starting from the location where the light hammer landed, a fan-shaped shockwave dispersed the heavy dust in front of it, and anything that stood in front of the shockwave was wiped out in an instant!

Looking at the power of the hammer he had caused, Cherokee Sangran's self-confidence suddenly skyrocketed, and when he continued to dance with the light hammer in his hand, he laughed and said, "Skill, what is skill? Lao Tzu wants you to know today." In the face of absolute power, any skill is fake, it is fake!!"

"Boom, boom, boom~" hammer after hammer, as if it never stopped, destroying the top of Sogolo Mountain. One after another fan-shaped shockwaves destroyed the top of Sogolo Mountain, and the loud noise mixed with the crazy laughter of the Cherokee San seemed to herald the birth of the victor.

His attacks were just too violent, anyone who saw such a scene. I don't believe that anyone else can survive such an attack.

The hammering of the Cheroki San continued, and Mount Sogolo, which was more than 3,000 meters above sea level, seemed to have its head flattened and stiffly shortened.

But that's not all. The real misfortune should be the other hills only a few kilometers away from Mount Sogolo, because the shock wave of the Cheroki San hammer is particularly violent, after destroying the Sogolo Mountain, the shock wave continues to advance, although the strength is much weaker, but the scope of the impact is even greater!

"Boom!" the mountains were flattened by the hammer blow of the Cherokee San, and the dust that rose to the sky seemed to tell the world what the Cherokee San had done!

"Wang Mingshen is finished. The same thought came to everyone's minds, they didn't believe that in the midst of such a violent attack, Wang Ming could turn the situation around and win.

Skill can play an important role in battle, but in the face of absolute power suppression, any skill is false and vulnerable, people can't help but think so.

In the big screen picture, Cheroki San, who was holding a light hammer and bombarding the ground while laughing, and Marques, who was far in front of the betting point in the royal city of Dirk Kingdom, turned pale and sighed heavily.

At this point, Marks's confidence in Wang Ming winning the challenge has been reduced to the lowest, and like everyone else, he doesn't believe that in the current situation, Wang Ming can still rely on his so-called skills to reverse the stubborn situation!

"It's a pity that the 120 billion divine coins are gone. Markles stood in front of the big screen and muttered blankly, as if he had lost his soul, and there was a feeling of confusion.

finally relied on a newly promoted Wanji God King, I thought that the chic life of the fox and the tiger and the dog was coming, but I didn't expect that this new Wanji God King was actually a madman!

It's okay to challenge Cherokie San, but why do you still have to put 120 billion divine coins on yourself? Now that all the money has been lost, this face can be regarded as a loss.

The amazement brought by the punch that flew the Cherokee Sang was wiped out in the ensuing furious attack of the Cherokee Sand, and people couldn't help but sigh and say to themselves, the Douglas God Emperor has made a lot of money this time!

Among the only few options for betting points in the gambling game, the highest is only that Wang Ming lost within four minutes, but there was no choice after half a minute and four minutes.

In fact, even if the betting points listed the options after four minutes, no one would be stupid to bet, because no one believed that Wang Ming could survive four minutes under the hands of Cherokie San!

Now it's a good thing, Wang Ming lasted more than four minutes before finally losing, and all the people who bet lost all their money, and the more than 30 trillion gambling money went into the pockets of Emperor Douglas......

Some people couldn't help but scold when they thought of this, but no one scolded Wang Ming. I didn't dare to scold the Douglas God Emperor. They scolded Cheroki San.

"Veteran Wanji God King, fuck your old brand, you are still Wanji! You can't kill a new Wanji God King in more than four minutes, and the face of the Wanji God King is lost by your turtle son!"

People cursed unwillingly.

Facts have once again proved that as long as there are people, there will be contradictions and even resentment because of greed or interests, even if this person is a Wanji God King, or the Wanji God King who is known as the closest to the God Emperor Cun Zài, because he has made many people lose money, so there are curses one after another. It almost resounded throughout the Sub-God Continent.

At this moment, on the top of Sogolo Mountain, Cheroki San, who had been cursed by countless people, was still dancing like a mad light hammer, bombarding the ground one after another, as if he wanted to smash Wang Ming into pulp to vent the hatred in his heart, crazy to the limit.

"You're the first god-king to make him suffer such a big loss. A strange smile appeared on the pretty face of the Emperor Sharna, and she said, "I'm curious, who is your teacher?"

Who is the Divine Emperor talking to? Of course, Wang Ming, who was standing beside her, holding a cup of cloud tea in his hand, and his face was full of enjoyment!

Start with a crazy attack from the Cherokee Sandsman. Wang Ming had already broken away from the battle circle, and came to the rear to watch the Cherokee San's crazy performance there like a monkey.

Because Wang Ming had already won, to be precise, he had already won not long after he and Cherokee San started to fight. Cherokee Sang was destined to be just a loser, and the God Emperor and God King standing in the rear all saw it, and they couldn't argue with it.

The first time was when Wang Ming slashed Cherokie Sang with a sword. Just as he was about to leap to his feet and deliver the fatal blow, Emperor Douglas interrupted his attack, only to escape the Cherokie Sainte.

Strictly speaking. Cherokie Sang had already lost and lost at that time, but it may be that Emperor Douglas was unwilling to give up the great fortune in the gambling game so lightly, so he chose to remain silent.

Therefore, Cheroki Sang can continue to attack Wang Ming, although he has been in a passive situation, he at least has a chance to continue to attack and the possibility of winning the game.

But the first time you can get through the trick, but what about the second time? When Wang Ming knocks the Cherokie Sang away with one punch, when the Cherokee Sang flies out upside down, any martial artist with fighting instinct will not let go of such an excellent opportunity, and will definitely rush up to take advantage of the victory to chase and completely knock down the opponent!

In fact, Wang Ming also reacted, but just when he was about to go up and beat Cherokie San, Antonio and Sharna chose to stop it almost at the same time, so Cherokee Sang got a decent result.

The black whistle-like action of blocking and releasing water twice made the three god emperors feel a little embarrassed, so they called Wang Ming over, and stood behind and watched the Cherokee Sang in a rage, or more accurately, singing a one-man show there, which made people laugh like monkeys!

"I have checked the information, the God King strong can be hidden, but the God Emperor strong man has nothing to hide in front of the God Emperor strong, all the God Emperor strong people are transparent, therefore, you can't be a hidden God Emperor strong man. Sharna said: "You deceived poor Torivaev, there is no god emperor powerhouse named Taiyi in the sub-god continent. ”

"But my teacher did tell me that his name was Taiyi. Wang Ming glanced at the Divine Emperor Sharna lightly, and said calmly: "Or, you go to the deep sea by yourself, find my teacher and ask in person, maybe he will tell you his true identity." ”

Although Wang Ming attaches great importance to things like teachers, but now it is expedient to take Taiyi to the top of the cylinder, not to mention that Taiyi was also indicated by his vague words that he was dead......

"Uh............" was so blocked by Wang Ming's words that he couldn't speak, and the Divine Emperor Sharna stared at Wang Ming for more than half a minute, before he suddenly smiled and said, "Anyway, you are already the chief of the Mercenary Association, and we don't care who your teacher is." (To be continued......)